Lost Creek Hollow You're not integral

While Sarah searched, Treason wound her way to a less smelly section of the area, watching alertly.  She shifted uncomfortably a moment, one leg raising for a moment like she was going to scratch an itch but stopping before doing so.  Thankfully she didn't have too long to wait, as Sarah recovered the prize.  

Thank you.  It'll do.  She dipped her head in thanks, then reached down to grab what remained of the haunch and pulled it away farther from the bad smelling bits.  Arbiter then settled down for her meal, picking at it far more carefully than she would have otherwise.  And a couple of bites in, And don't feel as though you need to wait up.  I've probably used enough of your time.  Only thing left on her agenda was to eat and then hobble her way back to the den.